So despite everything, heh, it's still happened. Despite all i thought, its happening.

My lips are cracked and torn. My fingers are lean and my wrists are scarred. My shoulders bear more weight than is necessary, and my eyes have grown weak. My voice is choked. I am determined, but my motivation ahs no aim. I produce pretty pictures in my mind, but fail to draw them, and it gets cluttered. I think it's late. It feels early, i feel exhausted. I almost cried again today, and as always, i didn't know why. This time, i didn't.

He's bending toward me and i'm kissing him. This should be something else, more. I don't know what to do now. I'm kissing a boy.